Found this one in an Avalon NJ “Antiques” shop. Not sure if it is repairable, as none of the keys will move, and in fact, lack any real connection to the type bars, which, curiously, are lacking type. The staff at the shop weren’t very helpful either, referring me mainly to the price tag, and glancing nervously at the door in response to questions about warranty, follow-up service calls, replacement parts, etc. It is also only about 8 inches wide. After some cogitation, I have decided that the only possible explanation (other than it’s being a decorative item) is that this was in fact an ultra-rare “decoy” typewriter, used by harried pulp fiction authors with children. Its mode of use: toss the machine across one’s cramped studio apartment; the kids would then run after it, to press on its keys and chirp “Ding!” over and over, buying the beleaguered writer a few moments of peace to finish a page and a half per fling.
Here’s the “sig” cartoon of Joe McGinniss, at his start, banging out a Metro Column
on an unidentified typewriter for the Philadelphia INQUIRER. For a story about the days when a
Metro columnist could say, “I’d rather cover the Viet Nam war than City Council…” and
wind up on a plane for Saigon in short order, click here.